Chapter 56

Cynthia was at a loss for words. Now the little boy insisted on having his daddy give him a bath. This wasn’t good.

What if they had to live apart after a year was up?

Because the hand gripping the pencil was unsteady, she made a blunder in her sketching. Vexed at herself, she picked up the eraser. Why was she so distracted?

At this moment, there were some sounds from the hallway. Cynthia’s heart skipped a beat. She saw the door opened and a familiar figure stepped in. It was Gabriel.

He saw her sitting on the sofa next to the crystal chandelier with a sketchpad in her hands. He did not notice the little boy curling up beside her. Brows creased, he asked with voice lowered, “The little fellow has gone to bed?”

Her eyes flicked over to the little boy lying beside her and said, “He’s here.”

He strode over to the sofa and saw the little boy curling up next to her fast asleep.

“He has not taken his bath yet?”

“Not yet. He was waiting for you.” Cy